Second Chances

“What is a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?” Rolling her eyes she picked up her drink to take a sip.

Scanning her from head to toes she took in the blondes feature. Attractive she was as her messy curls fell off her shoulders. Hunger and lust filled her stormy eyes.

“Trying to decide if I should waste my time with you.”

The girl stepped forward so that the beautiful woman was trapped in front of her.

“You wouldn’t be wasting anything with me.” Smiling she knew the girl was going to lose this battle. It was only a matter of time before she gave in.

Leaning into the girl, she whispered closely in her, “Only if you can catch me.”

In seconds she was off running around the house to use the couch as a shield. A shriek of laughter followed as the woman began to chase.

“I can totally catch you Woods.”

“No, you can’t!” Sticking out her tongue she made a move towards the kitchen but the other girl was already closer. She moved her body to psych out the girl but she stood there unmoving waiting for her to make the real move.

“Come on, can’t keep up?” Smirking the brunette made her move towards the bedroom but Clarke was quicker grabbing her from behind and pulling them to fall back on the couch.

Lexa shrieked at the warm hands as soft kisses were pressed against her neck. The laughing got louder as Clarke began to purposefully lick her neck.

“Ew!” Trying to wiggle her way out, Clarke’s arm became tighter enjoying slobbering all over her girlfriend.

“I’m going to kill you.”
“Oh yeah well then who is going to do this for you?” In one swift motion she released the hold she had and moved to top her so she could capture her favorite lips.

Pulling away Lexa never felt the smile fall off her face. “You are trouble.”

“That is why you love me.” Kissing her again she let her hands roam under her shirt wanting access to her beloved body. Just as she received permission the phone began to go off. They knew it was Lexa’s as they had made their ringtones very distinctive since work called so much.

Lexa let out a soft moan not wanting her to be taken from her. “Clarke.” She began to make her way down on her neck sucking on the girl’s weak spot.

“I have to get that.” Moaning a no her hands traveled to her waist band. Knowing if she didn’t move fast she would be done for so she turned her over.

“I told you, trouble.” Pecking her lips one more time she lifted herself off to grab her phone. Only Clarke could make her go this crazy as she tried to even her breathe out to pick up the phone.

“Hello?” Hearing the girl’s voice Clarke reached for the speakers playing the most sexal song she had.

“Of course.” Lexa responded as the blonde peered up from the couch wiggling her eyebrows as she removed her own shirt.

‘Fuck you’ Lexa mouthed as she heard the song blast through the room. Groaning from the kitchen and trying to focus on the person the other line Clarke began to dance. Her girlfriend was going to be the death of her.

“What no we aren’t having sex right now!” Turning her attention back to the phone she really tired to listen to whatever her best friend was ranting about.

“That’s your I’m about to have sex voice.” Anya demanded from the other side knowing how they got. The two could not keep their hands off each other for a minute.

“Ugh Anya, come one what do you want? Clarke is taking off her pants.”

Pouting and shaking her body up and down like a little girl she tried to ignore her girlfriend who began to make her way towards her.

“Just once if I have the chance, the things I would do to you.” Clarke sang as she thrusted her hips to Ginuwine’s Pony.

The girl on the other line was beginning to rant about something but Lexa was focused on the woman who was starting to remove her bra. Eyes locked in front her tongue danced on her lips signaling what she was craving. Her body was going to break just watching.

Covering the microphone she whispered, “Don’t do that, you know that’s my favorite part!”

Clarke knew how much fun Lexa always had undressing her but she really wanted to get the show on the road. Letting her own hands roam her own body she continued to dance.

“Of course I’m listening. Yes, we will be there. Okay love you too. Bye.”

Finally hanging up on her friend she felt her girlfriend run into her arms wrapping her legs around her waist and arms around her neck.

Pressing her forehead against her she whispered, “You Clarke Griffin are one mean person.”

“Mmh shut up and kiss me already.”

Happily Lexa took her lips already feeling her emotions spike. Everything ceased to exist with only lust on their mind. Lexa walked them to their room where she would make love to the woman of her dreams.

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“I can’t find it!” Lexa yelled roaming through the draws, she flipped all the clothes over looking for her tie. Convinced it had magical powers everything always went according to plan when she wore it.

“Clarke! Do you-” She was cut off as the girl walked out of the bathroom with the tie in hand.

“I knew you I loved you for a reason.” Twirling her finger Lexa turned around as Clarke began to help put her tie on. Adjusting her tie began to hum turning the brunette back around.

That was a feeling Lexa would never get tired of. Just watching Clarke could make her head dizzy. More than convinced she knew the world just had to stop when she looked at her. The way the sunlight peeking in from the window brightened her blue eyes. Or the way she always smiled at her as it was only reserved for her.

“Some magical hands you got there. Can I put them to good use?” Lexa’s smirk was quickly wiped off when Clarke pulled the knot up and grasped her tie to make it tight.

“That’s no way to talk to a woman.” Nodding her head in agreement she swallowed down feeling so turned on by her incredibly sexy girl.

Today was going to be a busy day for them. Clarke’s childhood friend, Octavia was getting married which meant everything was perfection. Unfortunately for Lexa today meant bridesmaid dress shopping. No matter how many times she tried to convince Octavia she wasn’t wearing a dress she was always threatened by something new.

Their last conversation ended with Octavia threatening to set her on fire while she slept. So maybe she slept with one eye open for a few weeks but Clarke assured her she would protect her.

She watched her girl walk around the room in her white dress that flowed off her knees and black heels that gave her an extra boost. Beautiful as always even in the most simplest of clothing.

“Come here Casper.” Clarke spoke picking up their grumpy cat off the floor who groaned in annoyance.

Casper was the real troublemaker of the house, at least that’s what Lexa believed. They both wanted a pet but the thing was neither of them were around enough to care for one. After much debating they decided a cat would be the best option.

Picking the whitest furball Clarke wanted to name him after her favorite childhood movie, Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Lexa wouldn’t admit to how much she hated it but she was wrapped around her finger and knew she would cave in no matter what. Clarke placed some water in his bowl announcing it was time for them to leave.

“The car is here.”

“Aren’t we meeting them there?” Lexa followed her down the stairs and made her way to the mirror one last time to make sure she looked good.

“You look gorgeous as always come on now you egotistical woman.” Clarke called out as she headed through the door.

“I’m letting that one slide!” She retorted knowing Clarke could get away with that any day. The blonde was the only person in this world who could somehow manage to compliment and insult her at the same time while making the butterflies move around.

Opening the door for her lady they jumped in the SUV where Octavia, Raven, Anya, and Echo were all already waiting for them in the car.

“Finally everyone is all here!” Raven called out as she handed everyone a glass of champagne.

“I’d like to make a toast.” Everyone settled down to hear the Aerospace engineer talk.

“Being the maid of honor since Clarke you won’t be here much longer due to my diabolical plan to rid you the day of the wedding.

“Hey!” Clarke shouted from the other side of the car knowing how jealous she got because Octavia had chosen her.

“Fine being the understudy maid of honor, I hope you and Lincoln live a long and healthy life yada yada yada. You two were always meant to be yada yada. Now let’s have a good time today.”

Raising their glasses they all clinked taking sips from the bubbling alcohol.

“That is why Clarke is the maid of honor.” Octavia spoke drowning down the rest of the drink.

“We have a deal, don’t forget!” Raven proclaimed pouring them all another round. It was unfortunately true. Raven was going to be Clarke’s maid of honor and Octavia was going to be Raven’s. It was a deal they spat on when they were ten years old climbing and dangling from trees.

“So when are you two uglies getting married?” Echo pointed between the two lovebirds who had their hands interlocked as always.

“We are happily unmarried.” Looking over she received a bright smile from Lexa. It was a question they received all the time and truly did not care to give anymore answers or mind to it.

“It’s been like what ten years?” Counting on her fingers Anya tried to remember back to college when the two had first met. It almost felt like centuries having come such a long way since.

“Eleven perfect years and nine incredible months.” Lexa grinned placing a small kiss on Clarke’s lips.

“Ugh not now! Octavia ban them from PDA!” Adhering to the Raven’s request Octavia nudged herself between the kiss to prevent them from touching and kissing.

“No kissing in the car. My day my rules!”

Before she could even apply her rule Lexa and Clarke began to stare at each other from behind. No kissing, no touching just direct eye contact knowing the exact buttons to push.

“They are making heart eyes at each other, aren’t they?” The other three girls nodded watching Octavia move away from the two lovers to sit back in her old seat.

“Ew no we all knows where this leads to.”

Lexa swore it was the ultimate power they had. Clarke scooted back to her girlfriend wrapping an arm around her waist. It was power that pretty much guarantee them anything from their friends.

Discovering it one night at a bar, Anya promised to buy them a round of drinks if they stopped staring at each other like two lovesick puppies. Their friends loved them to death but their love for each other could be so overwhelming. Ever since if they toned down the heart eyes, they would get what they wanted. Henceforth came the power of Clexa, or at least that was what Clarke had called it as Lexa recalled.

After four stops the girls began to raid the next store looking for dresses. The color theme was blue but not any blue though. See Octavia was hell bent on arctic blue.

Lexa preferred the color of Clarke’s eyes but she apparently she was banned from voicing an opinion unless told so since she stated that daisies were a better choice over lilacs.

In all honesty she couldn’t keep up with all the wedding lingo as did Anya who walked aimlessly around the store pretending she understood. Though her cousin loved a good wedding she wouldn’t understand either all the craziness that went with it.

“They dragged you along too?” Turning her head Lexa caught sight of a man who was sitting just as bored. About ten bags surrounded him as he guarded the fortress of the shopping spree.

“Unfortunately so.”
“I’m Brian.”
“Lexa.” Shaking his hand, his eyebrow raised as a realization hit him.

“Wait are you the Lexa Woods?” Nodding her head he quickly pulled out his phone in excitement.

“Could I get a picture with you? You were on TIME'S 100 Most Influential people!”

“That I was.” Moving around she posed for the picture smiling wide then signing the paper being handed to her.

“The work you are doing is amazing. You helped my cousin come out to his family. I can’t take you enough.”

“He did that all on his own. He probably just needed to recognize the strong man fighting inside him.”

Before he could respond her name was being called out from somewhere in the store. “Lexa!”

Quickly moving to be by her side she excused herself of her conversation knowing she would have her head if she didn't move fast enough. A bride on her wedding day was not one to mess with but the maid of honor who had to put up with it was a hundred times worse to piss off. Something else Lexa had learned the hard way.

“Yes my love?” Arriving at her side with hands behind her back she prepared herself for the worst.

“My Lexa senses were tingling. Were you flirting with someone?”

“Nope, I think those senses are on overdrive lately.” Lexa spoke as she tapped her fingers on her head.

“Ugh you're right.” Placing a soft peck on Lexa's lip she continued, “You don't have any game.”

“So how did I get you?” She followed the blonde into the dressing room.

“Because I had game.” A smile crept on her face knowing she couldn't disagree. Releasing their hands Clarke pulled away to hand her a dress.

“Go try this on.” Examining the dress, Lexa preferred to run a hundred miles than wear this.

“I’m gonna kill her Clarke.”

Zipping up from behind she walked her girlfriend to the multiple mirrors to look at herself from all different angles.

“Too many of me.” Lexa grumbled as arms wrapped around her waist and chin resting on her shoulder

“You Lexa Woods are the most stunning human being I've ever laid eyes on.” Playing with the fingers on her she truly had no idea how incredible she looked.

The dress showed off every feature from her curves to muscular calves. There was no way it didn't compliment her skin tone either already being so pale as she was.

Clarke didn't need some poll or magazine to tell her that her girlfriend was the sexist woman alive. She could be wearing a garbage bag and still would only have eyes for her.

“This is why we are never getting married. Octavia is going crazy out there.”

Nothing seemed to be going right in Octavia's eyes. The dresses were a disaster as everything had a small feature she could not handle. Whether it was too much tulle or cut too short or anything else Octavia was not too happy.

Placing a small kiss on the side of her forehead she chuckled. That was a topic people asked them since the moment they started dating. Their love was real to them and that was enough confirmation needed.

“I’ve never seen Octavia like this.”

“Wedding stress really gets to you and you really should wear dresses more often.”

“But I like pants.”

“And I like the way you look in a dress.”

Before she could respond Clarke’s phone went off. They let it run to voicemail but it then ran again.

“If it’s Octavia can we run away and never come back?” Turning in her arms she wrapped around her waist closing all space between them.

“How about our own vacation?”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Spain? Italy?”
“Morocco.” Clarke confirmed hearing her phone go off again.

“Think you should take it babe.”
“Ugh.” Pulling away she reached for her never letting her eyes slip from her lovers.

“Hello?” The smiled that plastered on her face quickly disappeared causing Lexa to tense up.
“I’m on my way.”

“Everything okay?”

“Remember that little girl I was telling you about? She just coded, I have to go Lexa.”

“Come on, I’ll take you.”

Gratefully her best friend understood that duty called and how much this patient meant to her. Excusing herself from the group she jetted to the hospital.

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Clarke pulled off her hat letting her hair fall out. Angrily she threw it to the ground kicking the bin of waste. Tonight had turned into one of frustration.

Nothing in her mind could make her understand why bad things happened to good people. It wasn’t fair to the little girl it just wasn’t fair.

“Clarke?” Looking up from the ground her girlfriend spoke with her soft voice. Lexa took a seat on the floor with her girlfriend to hope to vent out. In seconds she fell into her arms letting out a loud sigh.

“Sometimes I hate my job Lexa.” Well that was a first. Being a doctor was what she had wanted for so long.

“We saved the girl.”

“But?”

“She is going to need surgery again and her parents can't afford it. If she doesn't get this she'll die.”

Basically in Clarke's eyes she was already marked for death knowing another necessary surgery was not in her cards.

This was not news to Lexa as she countlessly heard her talk about the issue.
This was not just a random patient. On Clarke's first day of residency she met the girl Charlotte.

Even if it was just to say hi, Clarke checked in on her everyday developing a connection. Her condition was not well but Clarke always had hope for her.

After sitting for a few more minutes in her arms Clarke reluctantly got up and went to tell the girl's parents the news.

The ride back home was one of silence. Lexa held her hand as her girlfriend was distracted by the passing lights.

Clarke was always passionate about her causes. Nothing was ever done half ass which was what got the idea in her head.

To save time they quickly showered together and crawled into bed. Bring in her close she fell into Lexa's body resting her head against her chest.

Tonight was a night she was reminded how lucky she was to have Lexa. She stayed the entire six hours of surgery waiting in the hospital for her. Not even going home her focus was on her girlfriend and nothing else.

“I love you.” Clarke mumbled in her sleepy state. All it took was one kiss for her to fall asleep knowing she was safe in the only arms she ever wanted to be in.

“I love you too.”

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With the sun beating down on their bed Clarke knew it was time to get up no matter how badly she didn't want to. She worked so hard why couldn't she stay in bed all day was beyond her.

Rolling over to see if Lexa awake she quickly sat up to see her gone. Unless she was off to work Lexa ever rarely got up before her.

It was then that hit her the smell of food coming from the kitchen. Quickly putting on a pair of sweatpants she wrapped herself in a blanket and walked down the stairs.

“Good morning sunshine.” Lexa chimed as she flipped the omelet.

“Food.” Grumbling she sat on the stool watching the brunette do her thing.

Admittedly she had to keep her eyes closed because Lexa was in Clarke's very short shorts that made her ass peek out a bit. Come to think of it she was also wearing her sweatshirt.

It was all orchestrated because Clarke knew that Lexa knew how horny she got in the morning. If she didn't have a six hour surgery yesterday she would have already plotted her revenge.

“Your special omelet my lady.”

“Couch?” Nodding her head they grabbed their food and laid on the couch to watch the morning news.

“Mmh Lexa I think this is your best one yet.”

Shaking her head they let the morning ride out luckily both have the day off. Clarke had a full stomach and her morning kisses which meant it was the perfect time to ask her.

“Clarke.”

“Mmh?”

“Can we do something?” Looking up from her lap she raised her eyebrow in confusion.

“Couldn't be more vague?” Laughing Lexa got up carefully placing Clarke's head back on the couch as she got her supplies.

“You want me to paint?” Taking off her shirt and already braless, Lexa cleared the floor where she laid on her stomach.

“You haven't painted me in a while. Thought you could use the fun.”

Clarke jumped from the couch to change into her paint clothing before she grabbed the paint that laid around. With her knees on either side of Lexa's body she leaned in to whisper how much she loved her.

In seconds Lexa could feel the cold paint smeared onto her back. Shivering at first Clarke's hands warmed her up as they roamed her body.

“Don’t move.” Clarke spoke picking up her phone to take a picture.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh.”

Taking her girlfriend’s phone she took another picture to post on Twitter. Since her girlfriend was in the spotlight due to her position and large voice in the LGBT community she knew her followers would love this.

@Lexa_Woods: Fingerpainting by my favorite artist

A short time passed as music began to play in the background. Easily Lexa could have fallen asleep but she was nervous. There was something important she had to ask her. Clarke would be on board but it still nerve wrecked her and she needed her in the best mood if she were going to do this.

“Almost done babe.”

“When do I get to know what it is?”

“When you stop asking.”

“Could I ask you something else then?”

“Sure, what's up?” Take a deep breathe Clarke immediately pulled her hands back noticing her back muscles tense. Must be serious knowing Lexa never was nervous around her.

“I want to run for mayor.” After the words were spoken she held in her breath waiting for a response. Clarke got up and walked around so that she laid on the floor too facing Lexa.

“Why the sudden change?”

“There are so many things wrong I want to fix. Just by being an advocate for the LGBT community for example makes me lose so many investors. Equality my ass. I also hear you talk constantly about how people do not have the money to get the treatment they need and I want to change that. I want to use my powers and fame for some good.”

“Lexa, of course I will support you and be your leading Lady. This is a wonderful idea.”

That special smile jumped on her face as Lexa quickly stood up so she could lay herself on Clarke. Peppering kisses all over her face she spoke in between each.

“You. Are. The. Best.” Finally taking her lips she claimed mark to them when Clarke gave her access. Lexa began to explore her mouth as Clarke’s hands reach down her legs.

It took seconds before Lexa started smiling when her favorite song began to play. Clarke groaned knowing exactly what she was going to ask and as if on cue Lexa pleaded.

“Please Clarke.” She groaned having wanted to do it to this song since she first heard it.

“No.” Clarke spoke as her lips traveled down her neck. Sucking on her weak spot Lexa reached for the paint in complete pleasure. Just as Clarke moved back to her lips Lexa placed a small amount of paint on her nose causing Clarke to open her mouth in shock.

“You did not.” With hands covered in paint she pulled the girl close to bring her into a deep kiss. Now Clarke had blue handprints on both sides of her cheeks.

“'Cause I just wanna do you in the paint.I wanna make love to you in the place I-I rolling around in the mess that we made. Brushing and stroking the best sex we made.” Lexa sang along jumping off Clarke.

Clarke immediately stood up grabbing some of the paint off the floor. Wasting paint was something she hated more than anything but if it was going to get her laid then it really wasn't a waste now.

“Gotta something for you underneath my overalls. About to give you a rush. Show you baby I know how to work a paint brush. You're my canvas so I'ma sign my name.”

Clarke had danced her way over to her girlfriend singing along as she slowly unbuckled her overalls. Lexa’s eyes became dark licking her lips in complete desire.

“Come here.” Not able to wait much longer Lexa motioned her closer closing the gap. Running her hands through the blonde hair she smeared the paint everywhere her hands touched.

The mess was going to be one terrible one to clean up but Clarke had to admit it was hot as hell. Slipping on the paint she brought them both to the floor in a heat of laughter. Clarke rolled them over to get her girlfriend now completely smeared in paint. Moving her neck to the side Clarke devoured what was hers letting her hand creep in between her thighs.

Yes Lexa was sure of it. Best morning ever.